Unexpected Encounter (Edited)

I found myself sitting there in front of her. Louisa's breasts presented themselves at a perfect head height for me, I felt like I could have looked at them till the sun came up again. Instead, I reached out to her and pulled her closer to me. Even though I hadn't meant to, I pulled her so hard she almost landed on top of me. She had been trying to undo her skirt but didn't seem to making much headway. In truth she had only had enough seconds to fill the fingers of one hand to even begin to try.

Finding the seam of the finely toothed zip, I traced it until I came to the sharpness of the delicate tag. Pulling on the zip, it resisted me. Her shapely hips tried to force it to stay closed. I grasped the top of the skirt and tugged her close to me so she couldn't move. Clasping her with my arms I pushed the material of her skirt together with just enough slack for me to draw the zip downwards.

I needed every inch that the zip could give me. Even with the space it had given me, I had to pull firmly to slide it down over her generous hips. There was nothing subtle about the curves of her body. I could name a dozen nice girls my age, all of them slimmer than Louisa, but there was nothing I would change about her figure.

Her skin was soft, and pale like driven snow. For some people a sense of colour would look healthier. But the more I explored her body, the more I found it to be flawless. As I stared at her, my eyes became fixated on her belly button set atop her soft pot belly. A tiny dot somehow made itself clear to me. It appeared to be a healed scar from a piercing. I found myself wishing that whatever she'd had in was still there. I began to wonder what more secrets I might find.

Between us, we could now only muster three items of clothing. I couldn't imagine my heart could beat any faster, but there was more to come from both of us.

I'm not sure what happened next, if she fell on top of me or if I'd pulled her towards me again, but together we fell onto the bed. The cool satin like sheets contrasted with the warm silky softness of her skin. I could feel the underwire of her bra digging into me, but it didn't matter.

We lay looking at each other for a moment, sharing each other's warmth. Together we calmed our hearts.

Still beating far faster than normal, I could at least now actually feel the rhythm of the engine within my chest, it was no longer just a blur. As Louisa lay on top of me, her breasts were pushed up towards my face, but we stared into each other's eyes.

I kept getting intense bursts of her perfume when our bodies got close. It was only now I was realising that some of that perfume had been sprayed deep down on her chest. In releasing her breasts, she had released a new wave of her scent. The warmth of her body and the excesses of her movement thrusting it into the air.

Keeping eye contact, she slowly began to crawl up to a sitting position until she straddled my body. She was so high up she was sitting more on my ribcage than my groin.

She slowly reached behind her back and fiddled for only a moment before the definite sound of the 'crick' filling the room. The straps of her bra went loose. Louisa held her arms in front of herself, as if considering for a second if she should continue. Keeping her promise, her arms dropped to expose her breasts in their fullness. Despite their size, they were so firm. Her soft pink of her areolas were capped off by her large dark nipples.

Louisa let out a sigh of relief after being released, it was almost orgasmic in the way she reacted from being free of her bra. I stared up at her breasts, she was so close that I was almost looking straight up. It took me a moment to realise that I had subconsciously started rubbing my hands up the backs of her thighs. Though it wasn't a deliberate action, I didn't stop once I'd realised I'd started.

As well as being stimulated by my touch, she massaged her own breasts, cupping them underneath and rubbing the skin. Our fingertips rubbed against each others as we both played with her breasts at the same time. I could see the patterns of where her bra had been and even ran my fingers along the grooves. She pushed my hands away a little and I dropped them to the pillow. My hands lay helpless beside my head as if I was her prisoner, all I could do was simply watch as she continued to caress them. I could feel myself hardening even more as I stared up at her in awe of someone so incredible being here with me. But this wasn't some dream or a video from the internet; she was really here, sitting on top of me.

Slowly, she shuffled back down my body inch by inch. Her breasts swayed gently in front of me. Only the cloth of our underwear separated the most intimate parts of our bodies. Edging over me, she sat directly on top of my groin and pushed my hard cock against my body. It was so hot that it almost burned against the rest of my skin . There was something about her movements that drove me wild. Louisa used her body to nestle onto me, feeling me, and then she smiled.

Gently, Louisa reached down to find my hands, which once again touched her smooth, soft thighs. She caressed my fingers and pulled them away from her body. Her hands were delicate and gentle, I let her manipulate them and lift them. She pressed her thumbs into my palms, working them like a baker kneading dough, the contact was so intimate and tender. After a moment she guided my outstretched hands to her breasts and I let her place them as she wanted. Her nipples took the place where her thumbs had been pressed, as if she had been softening up my palms.

At first, my hands just sat there. She took hers away and placed them on my body and gently started stroking my skin. Her stimulation encouraged me to work my own fingers. I was gentle at first, but the more she purred with pleasure, the firmer I became. Her nipples hardened by the second. I had no idea that a woman's body could react so quickly. I swapped from rubbing an empty palm onto her breasts to squeezing their whole form with my fingers.

'I haven't done this in so long,' she let out with a groan.

'I haven't been with anyone either,' I replied. 'For a while,' I then added hurriedly.

'I wasn't looking for anything like this,' she began, 'I don't know what's wrong with me.' Despite saying that something was wrong with her, her tone seemed less than concerned.

'Sometimes you just connect,' I spoke. 'And things just happen.'

'Not to me... not like this,' Louisa said softly.

'You must get a lot of guys throwing themselves at you!?' The words just came out of me. Once I'd said it, I worried for a moment as to how she'd react to it.

'Not the nice guys,' she replied.

'How do you know I'm a 'nice guy'? I prodded.

'It's obvious,' she said simply.

'How do I know you're not just a nymphomaniac?' I said teasingly. 'Picking up random guys in hotels,' after I'd said those words I once again worried I'd pushed things too far. But her reaction quickly reassured me.

'Don't make me blush,' she warned with a wry smile. 'Or I'll make you blush back. And you don't have enough blood to do both.' With a wiggle of her hips she nestled down onto the bulge of my cock again. Louisa pushed herself so deeply onto me that new sensations charged though my body.

'The last time I had sex with a guy in his twenties, I was still in my twenties myself,' Louisa divulged

I froze for a moment and considered what to say, but I couldn't lie to her. That would make things way more complicated later on.

'I'm twenty,' I told her. There was an dangerously long pause between us, but I had to continue before she did, 'in August,' I then added.

Louisa totally froze.

I took my hands away from her breasts and placed them beside us on the bed. It seemed the right thing to do to disarm myself.

'Oh My God, you're nineteen,' she panted concernedly. 'I can't believe you're nineteen. Holy shit.'

'Closer to twenty,' I reiterated, 'but yeah.'

'My God, why didn't you say anything?' she said.

She made a move to get off of me, but I placed my hands gently on her thighs to keep her close to me.

'It didn't seem important. You took the lead, and what has happening to us felt good. It felt right.'

'But nineteen,' she repeated still stunned

Louisa covered herself up with her arms, but she didn't move her body from atop mine.

After breaking eye contact and looking away with her face, she turned back to me.'How old did you think I am?' she then asked directly.

I was taken aback and didn't know how I should reply at first. Whatever number I seemed to pick in my head seemed to risk being a wrong answer. Too high or too low, both seemed to be as bad as each other.

'Thirties,' I said.

She looked at me

'Late thirties' I added honestly, sombrely.

'I'm forty three,' she said solemnly.

Now my heart started beating with an odd rhythm.

Perhaps we were only now realising that we were both out of our depth.

'Jesus,' she ran her fingers up through her hair. 'Oh my God,' she added almost under her breath.

I looked up at her; then something struck me. A question that I felt needed to be answered.

'How old did you think I was?' I asked. 'When we came up here,' I then added

She looked at me.

'Twenties,' I reminded her if her own assumption, 'but twenties where?' I tried to prod her in the same way she'd prodded me, but I didn't want to make it seem like I was angry at her, because I wasn't.

When I look in the mirror every morning, I see a nineteen year old, and couldn't conceive being seen at as anything else but that.

Louisa became flustered, perhaps even more flustered than before. I reached for to her nervous hands, being careful not to pull her arms away from her body as she was still covering herself up. She looked at me and found my eyes staring straight back at hers. This was a huge and unexpected thing for both of us, but all I could think about was her feelings... and I didn't want her to feel like this.

'God this is wrong,' she said aloud.

Something told me that I had to challenge her on her own feelings, maybe making her answer would help her sort things in her own head.

'Twenty five, twenty seven, twenty one?' I suggested. 'There a big scope in twenties!'

'Early twenties,' she finally admitted with a soft breath.

I licked my dry lips before speaking,

'Why is it wrong?' I asked.

'It felt right when we were making each other laugh on the way up here. It felt right when you kissed me the first time. And it felt right a few minutes ago. '

The way she looked at me changed, the sense of shame released it's grip on her. Although there was still a little sadness in her eyes, her heart seemed a little lighter than a few moments ago.

'You're a great guy but...'

'Louisa, if you don't want to do this I understand, but I like you. Age never came into it for me, I could have pulled away... but I didn't. Because... I like you. You're open, you're funny, you're fun, you're happy. Age won't change any of those things, it's just you. I know it's unlikely that we'll meet like this again. Be at the same place, at the same time. Whatever happens tonight, I won't have any regrets in meeting you.'

Louisa was surprised at the tenderness of my words, most likely because they were coming from someone who by her own admission was so young.

'I like you too,' she said, 'and you're not like most guys your age. Actually, you're not like guys of any age. But...'

She couldn't say what she was trying to say.

'It's okay,' I spoke softly, 'I understand.'

Seeing that my eyes were averted she delicately climbed off of me, tugging the sheets to her front cover her modesty. She drew herself up to the top of the bed and leaned against the headboard, sitting with her knees raised awkwardly to her body in a sort of foetal position. I pulled myself up the bed a little to half sit up beside her. I tried to look away from her out of respect, knowing that she was still half naked. But I also didn't want her to feel as if I was shunning her. I angled one of my thighs and placed out a hand to try cover my own modesty, not wanting to use the other end of the sheet and make her think I was trying to pull it away from her. We sat together in silence.

Although I could have moved, or perhaps should have moved. I stayed where I was, still giving her space by keeping my eyes averted. She lay still in her awkward pose, she looked to be deep in thought.

As I prepared to get off the bed, still protecting my modesty, more for her benefit than mine. The moment I actually moved I felt her hand touch to my arm. My eyes turned to her and we looked at each other for a moment. Before I could gather my thoughts, Louisa made a dive across the bed and kissed me clumsily on the mouth. Almost like our very first kiss.

Tonight had more twists and turns than the whole of any relationship I had ever had. But around her, even a bad twists didn't seem to be all that bad.

'I can't believe I'm about to do this!' she said aloud.

'Do what?' I don't think I managed to actually say those two words aloud, only to think them.

'You're right,' she began, 'I do like you, and that should be the only thing that matters. I want it to be like that. And you're right about that we might not meet again. I might have regrets about what we're about to do, but I know I'll have more regrets if we don't.'

Before I could reply she kissed me again, this time more passionately. Her tongue reached in to touch mine, but it was her lips that did most of the work. Just as quickly as she kissed me, she pushed her body off me and rolled onto the side of the bed. It took me a couple of heartbeats to realise she was removing her final piece of clothing.

Another couple of heartbeats later I realised I would have to do the same. Flicking my own body back down the bed so that I could remove my boxers. My body had turned away and for a moment I lost sight of her. I didn't even feel the bed move behind my back, but when I turned back, she was already laying on the bed beside me. I'd half expected this to be some sort weird dream, and that when I'd look across I'd see nothing but an empty bed. But Louisa was there.

She was unashamed of her figure and rightly so. I looked all the way down her body to see a stripe of hair that was a little darker than her sandy blond. It was neither short stubble nor a bush. Either side of her landing strip was perfectly shaven, or waxed, or something. It was just as immaculate as the rest of her milky skin. Louisa's eyes looked down my body. She found me to be trimmed and it seemed to please her. But maybe it wasn't the hair that mattered to her.

She touched my body, rubbing her hands over my hips and down my thighs. The gentle stimulation aroused me once again. As she explored my body, I allowed myself to touch hers as well. The caressing of each other's skin was just as arousing as the touching of our intimate parts would be.

Touching her breasts, I could almost feel the beating of her heart, and as her hand worked up my cock she could tell the rhythm of my pulse. The slow stroke of her hand drew the skin down towards my balls and then all the way back up to my tip. She knew how to manipulate me to make me harder still.

Tingles began to run through my body, and with those vibrations came a desire. Gently leaning my body to push her onto the bed I slid myself downwards, I began to give my attention to her ample breasts. I kissed them ever so gently, planting my lips on the body of her breasts, working my way in towards her areolas covered with numerous tiny bumps.

With my tongue I explored them. Using the rough of my tongue to rasp them before flicking the tip of my tongue to sooth them with its soft underside. I had never paid this much attention to the breasts of anyone else I had been with, but Louisa's were so big compared to any of them and they actually responded to my stimulation. When it came to her nipples, I kissed them so gently, and gave a tiniest suck that was little more than what a peck on the cheek would be.

...At first.

As I sucked on her nipples, they hardened and lengthened. My cock was undergoing a similar experience as she continued to work. As if daring each other, the more I sucked on her, the harder she tugged on my member, and the more I sucked again.

Our bodies continued in this way until we spoke to each other with our eyes. Once again, it was her who to took the lead. Letting go of my cock, she supported herself by placing her hands on my chest. With the gentlest of contact, she guided my position so I was laying totally on my back in the middle of the king size bed. My head slipped in between the two pillows and almost locked me in place as I looked up at her.

Once again she climbed up on top of me, but this time there was no clothing to come between us. Without using her hands, she expertly positioned her body and prodded her warm pussy onto my cock. Normally this would have seemed clumsy, but she knew what she was doing. Teasing me as she worked ever closer to my cock. I could feel her warmth getting ever closer to me until finally her moistness found me and with a slow push she slid herself down onto me as far as she could go.

The slow, deep push, let me feel every inch of her softness as she pushed me inside. Before she withdrew the first time, her muscles worked around my shaft, exploring it. This was another feeling that was new to me. There was so much more to making love than what I'd experienced before and Louisa was the perfect teacher, as patient as she was amazing.

Although our bodies twisted and writhed in a slow, rhythmic flow, we never separated our bodies until after the moment of my eruption. It pumped deep into, after the first explosion the rest of me then emptied into her with the same beating of my heart, slow and strong. I could feel it's hotness and by her reaction she could feel it as well.

Once the pumping had stopped she used the muscles of her pussy to milk the rest from my cock. Her head and body arched back before letting out a couple of deep breaths, she let out a soft groan as her body collapsed onto me. Louisa's head half rested on the pillow and her face touched against mine, her lips awkwardly pursed kisses towards. Even though our faces were sort of in the wrong positions she continued to try. When she finally stopped I could hear and almost feel her breaths exit her in shallow panting. The exhaustion on both sides was as much emotional as physical.

After the moment of our climax had passed and our bodies finally separated, I didn't want to move away from her, I just wanted to stay.